Page 20 of Lie with Me
“I’m glad you approve. You outfitted me.”
“I do approve. And I only sort of outfitted you.” He winces cutely. “I don’t know anything about women’s fashion except what I like.”
“So where did the clothes come from?”
“I called Jett.”
“Is that who you were talking to in the bathroom?”
“Guilty. I sort of felt bad soaking your clothes in the shower this morning. I knew if anyone could help me out with fashion, he could.”
“He did a great job on such short notice. If I didn’t know he was married, I’d swear he was gay.”
“He’s definitely not gay. Jett loves pussy just as much as the next guy,” CJ says bluntly.
“You have a very naughty mouth.” I press my body against his.
“I know.” He slides one hand down to my ass and squeezes. “I also know you love it, especially when I’m whispering sweet naughty nothings in your ear while I fuck you.” He doesn’t allow me a response as he plunges his tongue between my lips. The kiss is so hot I’m surprised it doesn’t set off the fire alarm. By the time we separate, I’m panting and wet.
“Let’s go.” CJ adjusts himself before he grabs my new coat off the bed. “Before we never make it out of the bedroom.”
“You’re very disciplined.” I giggle.
“I am.” CJ leers back at me. “And by the end of the night, you will be, too.”
“What does that mean?” I ask as he helps me into my coat and leads me out of the room.
“You’ll see.” He grabs his jacket off the arm of the couch before ushering me to the door. Do I even want to know what he means by that? As soon as the door slams behind us, he curses.
“Hang on.” Back inside he goes. I think I know what he forgot. My suspicions are confirmed when he returns holding hissilver pocket watch. I take a closer look as he turns it over in his hand as if he’s playing with a coin. It looks antique, like a piece straight out of the roaring twenties.
“Maybe you should try keeping it in the same place so you don’t forget it.”
“Maybe.” He sighs, placing it in his inside pocket. “Maybe I’m just doomed to always forget it.” He rolls his eyes and starts for the elevator. Just like before, we are whisked downstairs and then outside to a waiting car.
Once out of the cold and inside the warm backseat, I snuggle up next to him.
“What show are we going to see?”
“It’s a surprise.” The car pulls out without CJ telling him an address.
“I’ve seen a lot of plays,” I inform him.
“I’m pretty sure not this one.”
“You know, you are very secretive.”
CJ shoots me a knowing smile. “It’s in my nature.” He draws small circles on my inner thigh as we drive, slowly moving higher and higher.
“Are you teasing me on purpose?”
“Yes. By the time this date is over, you’re going to be begging me to make you come.”
Oh, really?I place my hand on his cock and squeeze. CJ groans. Two can play at this game. “I may not be the only one begging.”
Before things get too heated, the car stops.
“Arrived, sir,” the driver announces. Up until a second ago, I’d completely forgotten about him and am now wondering if he heard our whole exchange.
